Earth fills her lap with pleasures of her own ; Yearnings she hath in her own natural kind, And, even with something of a Mother's mind, And no unworthy aim, The homely Nurse doth all she can To make her Foster-child, her Inmate Man, Forget the glories... A cyclopædia of poetical quotations, arranged by H.G. Adams - Page 262 by Cyclopaedia - 1853 - 733 pages Full view -
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